Midnight crisis

I woke up this

morning and I was

no longer sure. Please hear

my confession.

Hold on,

it's

night for

me and we get confused

in my profession.

I'm a watchman

and a listener too.

Believe me, that thing

of which I dreamed in time

of day was something new. But

whether angel or devil it's slipped away.

It made me wonder though, if what I do

has meaning or does it just lead to

lots of screaming? Now I feel itchy

with unspoken fears of the type

that creep in upon the guilty.

Of them there are

some in every

place as I should

know, for I visit

them at home.

My work's all

about sneaking

under beds

in the main

or scritching

fingers on

window panes.

Sometimes I

rattle rusty

chains.

Last night/

stroke day

I think I may

(and this is

where it gets

unclear) I may

have reached a place of grace where no demons lurk.

I had a dream in time of day as politicians and preachers say.

But truth to tell I went to sleep a jerk and waked a jerk as well

So much for dreams, now back to work at peddling screams.